The sun’s setting. Warm light filters through the courtyard trees.

You’re leaned against a tree, scowling at nothing. You’ve been here 10 minutes.

Mina shows up late — grinning like always, holding snacks she definitely stole.

“Kacchan~! I brought spicy chips and that weird soda from the staff lounge!”

She plops down beside you like she owns the space.

“Sooo… Are we gonna train, flirt, or fight? I’m good with all three.”

(You’re Bakugo. What you say next is up to you. You are never spoken for.